Chi Liu frowned in confusion: “Hello?”

A low, distorted voice exploded in his ear: “This is Chu Qi.”

Chi Liu: “!”

He immediately pressed the hang-up button, almost throwing the phone away.

He widened his eyes and looked at the most conspicuous building across the river: Secretary Wen was caught by his boss for answering his phone during work hours?

Now he had to compensate Secretary Wen even more. He could treat him to an even more expensive meal.

Chi Liu turned around, finally unable to resist twitching the corner of his mouth. Hearing his one-night stand announce his name in this situation was too much of a test of his adaptability!

At this time, the workers called him to look at the design drawings. Chi Liu took a deep breath and immediately put this episode behind him, walking towards the store.

…

Yingwang Building.

The office fell into a dead silence.

Secretary Wen looked at the boss, who was frozen there after being hung up on, with trepidation, silently worrying about his phone.

A second later, Chu Qi smiled and handed the phone back to him, the strange arc of his mouth even revealing a bit of sweetness.

Secretary Wen: “?”

Chu Qi’s eyes showed a terrifying tenderness: “He was too excited to speak when he heard my voice, so he could only hang up the phone.”

Secretary Wen: “…”

Chu Qi stood up, walked gracefully to the floor-to-ceiling window, and pressed his overly pale, slender fingers against the glass. He looked straight in a certain direction, his dark pupils full of excitement.

Twilight was approaching, and the terrace on the 66th floor of the Yuntong Building was shrouded in a warm color, and the busy workers were finishing up.

His little believer had already entered the room. All he could see now was, at the intersection of light and shadow behind the glass door, a graceful and slender figure leaning against the bar, slightly lowering his head. His beautiful, thin back was trembling gently, and scattered shadows fell upon him. His narrow waist seemed like it could be grasped with one hand.

The edges of Chu Qi’s pupils began to glow with a blurry red light: His little believer must be so excited that he was about to faint, so he had to lean there to support his body.

He wanted to see his little face red, pitiful, and cute at this time…

He wanted to see more…

He was so pious, so cute, perhaps he should give him a surprise.

Suddenly, he didn’t know what he thought of, turned around, and looked at Secretary Wen thoughtfully.

Secretary Wen’s throat was a little dry. He pretended to be calm and pushed up his glasses, his intuition… was not good.

Sure enough, the next second, Chu Qi opened his mouth with an increasingly bright smile: “I allow you to discuss the meal arrangements with my little believer.”

Secretary Wen was stunned for a moment, and said: “…Ah, actually—”

He just wanted to reply to Mr. Chi that it was not necessary.

He didn’t even understand where he had helped Mr. Chi. On the contrary, Mr. Chi had helped him a lot.

If anyone should be treating, it should be him treating Mr. Chi.

But Chu Qi had already interrupted him domineeringly: “But the one who will appear in front of him then is me.”

Secretary Wen: “…” He knew it.

Chu Qi had already sat back at his desk at this time. He was even in such a good mood that he took the initiative to pick up the company documents and read them, saying: “You can now personally reply to the little believer’s invitation. Any unfinished work will be handled by working overtime.”

The miserable Secretary Wen frantically spammed ‘Damn evil god capitalist’ a hundred times in his mind, but he still took a deep breath and replied with a smile, “Yes,” and obediently left the office door.

…

When Secretary Wen reached the 66th floor of the Yuntong Building, twilight had completely descended.

The workers had already finished their work, leaving only Chi Liu still leaning casually against the bar, his head lowered slightly and his eyes carefully examining the design drawing as he used a pen to modify the areas that were inconvenient to construct.

Noticing the movement, he finally raised his head in the evening light, and a genuine smile broke out on his face when he saw the person who had arrived: “Sorry, I got you caught by your boss. I’ll treat you to an even better meal later.”

Secretary Wen was stunned by the friend-like tone, and finally took off his forever official and proper mask, sighing heavily like a real wage slave.

He walked onto the terrace, sat down unceremoniously on Chi Liu’s newly placed seat, pinched his eyebrows, and smiled: “Do you mind opening early and giving me a drink? Ah, but it’s best if the alcohol content is low, I still have to go back to work overtime later.”

Chi Liu was stunned for a moment, and also smiled: “Sure.” It just so happened that the sample wine he bought in bulk had arrived.

He turned on the warm-colored lights on the terrace and complained: “Are the capitalists here also so exploitative?”

Secretary Wen shook his head with a wry smile: “Capitalists are the same everywhere, life is not easy, Boss Chi.”

His job as secretary was too challenging! However, he couldn’t switch bosses!

Chi Liu stood behind the bar, reflecting that since the ruthless boss who shared a name with the monstrous boss was exploiting Secretary Wen so much, perhaps he could lure Secretary Wen away in the future.

According to the manager, Secretary Wen’s work ability was very strong.

If he poached him, he might be able to open a branch store early.

Chi Liu began drafting poaching lines in his mind while using ice tongs to take two highball glasses from the refrigerated section. He squeezed lime juice into them, added sugar, and picked fresh mint leaves to crush and add to the glasses.

Then adding ice cubes, sparkling water, and rum…

He quickly mixed two Mojitos, sat down opposite Secretary Wen, and pushed one of them in front of the other party.

At that moment, the river outside the terrace was flowing, and the tall buildings across the river were already adorned with neon lights. The humid evening breeze blew in gusts, making people feel especially comfortable.

In the transparent highball glass on the table, the fresh mint leaves were full of the refreshing and sweet bubbles of rum. The coolness of the mint leaves, combined with the aroma of rum, hit his face, giving him a pleasant sensation of dizziness.

Secretary Wen thanked him and didn’t stand on ceremony, picking up the glass and taking a sip. The moment he drank it, he was stunned and suddenly looked up at Chi Liu.

This wine was indeed very delicious…

However, this taste… made him strangely nostalgic and familiar…

There are countless bartenders in the world who can mix Mojitos, but each bartender has their own little habits, and the proportions of the ingredients added are always slightly different.

If you were used to drinking the wine mixed by one person, you could easily taste the difference when you drank someone else’s…

Secretary Wen quietly looked at Chi Liu, a rare look of daze and confusion appearing on his face: A long time ago, he seemed to have drunk this kind of wine in “that world“…

Chi Liu looked at the other party’s expression and blinked: “Not used to drinking sweet wine?”

Secretary Wen came back to his senses and shook his head, then took another sip and said: “No, it’s very delicious.”

Perhaps it was just his illusion.

Chi Liu: “Hmm.”

He smiled relaxedly and picked up the glass in front of him.

Since coming to this world, he had hardly drunk any alcohol.

At this time, the refreshing aroma of wine hit his nose, but his movements paused after taking a sip—for some reason, he inexplicably felt that he shouldn’t drink alcohol now…

Chi Liu frowned in confusion, looked at the Mojito for a long time, and still put it back on the table.

Secretary Wen didn’t notice the other party’s strangeness. He had already finished the glass of wine, completely revived, and exclaimed: “Great skill.”

He had already regarded Chi Liu as a friend, so he said directly: “Seeing that your bar still needs to be renovated for a while, the Yingwang anniversary celebration is in a few days. There will also be a bar at the venue. Would you like to come and bartend? Yingwang is still very generous in terms of remuneration.”

Many NPC employees would also participate at that time, so it wouldn’t be inconvenient for Chi Liu to go.

Chi Liu’s fair fingers rubbed the wall of the glass, his expression a little subtle: “Is your boss going?”

Secretary Wen: “Ah, he usually doesn’t come.”

Chi Liu: “Then I can.” The store hadn’t opened yet, and he was spending money like water, so it would be good to earn some extra cash.

After mentioning the boss, the corner of Secretary Wen’s mouth twitched—he finally remembered the task he had come for.

He looked at Chi Liu for a long time, and squeezed out a sentence: “Um, Boss Chi, have you been believing in any, um, strange things recently—”

Before he could finish speaking, his pupils shrank.

Inside the glass door of the terrace was a quiet interior. At this time, the darkness there surged silently for a moment and then returned to calm.

Secretary Wen twitched the corner of his mouth with a numb scalp—his boss had come, right behind that glass door!

Chi Liu was about to answer, but his palm subconsciously stroked his abdomen. He lowered his head to look, his brow furrowed slightly—he inexplicably felt that it was faintly hot there.

It was as if there was some kind of existence there, unconsciously responding to something.

Was it because of the sip of wine he just drank?

Not paying attention, he raised his head to look at Secretary Wen and answered his question: “No.”

Before the unbelievable thing of time-traveling happened to him, he was an atheist.

Secretary Wen thought, ah, sure enough, the boss with super low social skills had misunderstood.

However, it didn’t matter if he wasn’t a believer, as long as Little Chi had a good impression of the boss, arranging a meal wouldn’t be difficult.

So he continued to ask: “…Then what is your impression of our boss?”

Chi Liu smiled slightly, without hesitation: “I don’t know him.”

He didn’t want to know his one-night stand at all.

Secretary Wen: “…”

He was utterly dumbfounded.

The boss was acting so familiar with Little Chi, he thought they at least knew each other!

The darkness inside the glass door churned like a whirlpool in the deep sea. Secretary Wen didn’t even dare to look…

At this time, Chi Liu suddenly stood up. His face was a little pale for some reason, and he forced a smile and said: “Sorry, I’m feeling a little unwell, I’m going to the restroom.”

After saying that, he strode out of his seat, covering his mouth and entering the room, brushing past the surging darkness behind the glass door, and walking towards the restroom further outside.

Secretary Wen: “…”

Secretary Wen was stunned, not yet reacting, when a low and distorted voice emerged from the increasingly thick and terrifying darkness behind the glass door.

It was so low that it sounded like someone was squatting in a corner drawing mushrooms: “He’s not my believer, he doesn’t know me, he wants to vomit when he hears me…”

“He wants to vomit when he hears me…”

“He wants to vomit when he hears me…”

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President Chu is drawing mushrooms in seclusion: He wants to vomit when he hears me…